when you're young life is in pink
when you're old life turns into maroon
lesser smiles more of the pause
lesser joy more of the sorrows
why could it be, why
more of the reflections
down the road of life
and the rolling of the tide
a story woven in a classic movie
lives gone before you, silenced and free
world of the past buried and shelved
in cold agony as the moon laughed and reigned
life is a wheel that keeps moving on
its pedals are run down, its tires all tired
it becomes rickety as the moving of time
as the passing of the years, life will be gone
so enjoy it while life is still in pink
it won't last long because life is just a breeze
a brief encounter, a meaningful meeting
of people around you at that life's train traveling...
above is a smiling rose image i took at the back of the Shrine of the Little Flower Catholic Church...
